Chapter 965 - 22: The Demon King’s Transformation

Chapter 965: Chapter 22: The Demon King’s Transformation

Boom!

Boom boom!!

It’s like a scene from a monster movie or a tokusatsu film.

The gigantic monster rampages in the miniature city model, and no one can stop it!

These images, which should only appear in fantasy and on screen, are now unfolding in reality, creating a terrifying scene like the end of the world. The ground shakes like a storm passing by, plunging everything into chaos!

The black giant divine beast stands like a towering mountain between heaven and earth, its huge size enough to wrestle with Ultraman Tiga. If it appeared in the wild, it would definitely trample mountains and ravage the earth, a terrifying and fierce existence that ancient people revered as gods.

Its black fur is darker than darkness itself, turning everything it passes into a black abyss, as if the door between reality and the Otherworld has been torn open... Perhaps it is just so, its destructive power not only shakes reality but even shatters space!

"Damn... Is the gap really this large?"

Facing such a majestic divine beast, Erica, advancing in the chaos, feels her spirit faltering, her rationality undergoing wave after wave of exemption checks.

Like a lone boat in a stormy sea, tossed and turned among thundering waves, thrown high and crashed down again, always at risk of capsizing, a slight mistake would shatter her ship, and she would be swallowed by the deep, raging sea!

—Is this what’s meant by divine power like a prison?

—Absolutely more astonishing than imagined!

Her face slightly pale, she’s barely able to hold on, in the oppressive terror of the demon wild boar, continuing to grit her teeth and advance towards it. Whether this is "God" itself or a divine beast related to "God," she’s unsure, but it seems closer to the latter.

Because the wild boar is not the only sighted example...

At least currently confirmed is the existence of a white horse, whose appearance is unknown...

So, she can’t just admit defeat here. If she lacks the courage to face it head-on, then her previously confident demeanor would surely be a slap in the face. Just recalling her boastful claims, her strong self-confidence in front of her uncle, Erica can’t help gritting her teeth.

The gorgeous, beautiful, and flamboyant blonde girl in a long skirt trudges against the crowd as the ground shakes violently, constantly searching.

—Where is that scruffy foreign boy?

—Where is he?

Facing the demon wild boar, fifty meters long, capable of destroying everything on land, she knows direct confrontation is not a good methodology, but resolving the problem at its source is possible. To her, the suspect youth is the instigator.

Since starting from Sardinia, Italy, unstable events always feature sightings of different divine beasts, alongside the boy’s repeated appearance.

Even the Magic Association she belongs to, the Red Copper Black Cross Organization, has suspicions but hasn’t caught his actions.

Such doubts are not baseless and have precedents—

This could be possible if possessing unknown secret inheritances, some knowledge of divine mysteries, and meeting stringent requirements, it’s indeed possible to summon Defiant Gods or divine beasts accidentally...

After all, historical incidents of this type in the magic realm have occurred before.

Not exactly common, but not without any reference, not entirely without precedent.

Some are fanatical believers, desperately wishing to summon their god as the ultimate fulfillment of life; others are even more insane heretics, summoning gods to ascend the throne as Demon King, achieving god-slaying accomplishments!

Thus, Erica naturally reaches the same conclusion, suspecting this person is summoning Defiant Gods or divine beasts.

Therefore, she believes facing the ridiculously powerful demon wild boar, which dwarfs even giant dragons, whose fifty-meter size could appear in the Ultraman Tiga film set, is unnecessary.

Defeating the youth would suffice...

Resolving the caster and dismantling the summoning technique from the root should solve the problem...

Yes! Indeed!

She firmly commits to this idea, harnessing her magic power within with swift urgency, merging her heart and mind with the rapier, aiming to adjust her state to its peak.

Quickly understanding the cause and effect, decisively and astutely making judgments, her efficiency is commendable, psychological quality impressive. Moreover, her reasoning is logical and inference process plausible... The only drawback lies in the incorrect final conclusion.

Thus—everything became meaningless.

Erica was ultimately not bold enough, failing to consider the worst possible situation... Of course, this was also because the War God himself had lost his memory, unable to understand much himself, so naturally, others couldn’t possibly think in that direction.

......

"I see..."

"It’s actually that simple?"

In the midst of the chaotic earthquake, Masaaki Oda had almost completely transformed, as if adopting another guise. In an environment where the sky seemed to fall apart, the ground violently shook, buildings, highways, bridges, and other infrastructures all cracked and collapsed under immense vibrations.

Dust filled the air, everyone was desperately fleeing in panic, and hardly anyone paid attention to him, nor did many care at that moment whether they were mistaken in what they perceived.

Because the desperate rumblings resonated endlessly around them, as buildings continued to collapse one after another, even in the distance, viaducts and highways began to sink, submerging in waves of dense dust that surged upwards, obscuring sight.

—It truly felt like the end of the world was coming.

Masaaki Oda felt the magic power surging continuously within his body, taking a deep breath, perhaps surprised at how easily he had regained his power...

Well, although it’s only a portion.

But even a portion was precious, as he had previously descended to the extent that casting two Hypnosis Spells consecutively left him gasping for air, feeling faint and weak as if he was dying.

And now, simply being at the scene of a massive disaster, surrounded by countless fleeing people, screams, panic, chaos, from fear to despair, helplessness to confusion, all these dark negative emotions released an enormous amount in such a short time!

Then—this all transformed into sustenance he could use!

The ominous magic power flowed in torrents, gradually growing, and the most direct result was his Demon King form quickly recovering!

His height rapidly increased, transforming from the relatively short stature of a human to a tall demon form, although only a few heads taller, this newfound height brought an expansive vision and a different mindset. He scanned the surroundings at the panicked fleeing crowd, rare feelings of confusion arose.

The magic power continued to emerge.

He also seemed to have found a way to regain his magic power.

Originally thinking it would be difficult, unexpectedly it was so simple, just needing a disaster, needing human fear and despair... just the exquisite combination of these two would easily complete everything, yet he felt no surprise.

He thought he should have felt surprise, this was the thing he had been tirelessly pursuing during this time.

Yet, watching the surrounding people flee, feeling that apocalyptic atmosphere, Masaaki Oda fell silent.

Though these humans couldn’t see the gigantic demonic boar, couldn’t see it moving like a mountain, rampaging destructively through the city, unseen by human intelligence. But... their fear and despair wouldn’t diminish in the slightest.

—Why?

—Why do I feel this way?

The Demon King from the Otherworld couldn’t understand, but within his heart lay a peculiar throbbing, seemingly urging him to do something. Upon arriving in this world, shedding the blood of the Demon Race and transforming into a human form, he realized his transformation extended beyond appearance.

Even his mental structure was different from when he was in the Ante Yisula World.

"What a joke, I’m not a Hero... Why should I do this, there’s no need to help humans, right?"

Masaaki Oda couldn’t help but mutter, but his gaze became odd, the flickering red glow growing increasingly dangerous, yet not directed at the surrounding humans, instead locking onto the distant horizon, onto that black Divine Beast rampaging wildly amidst the city’s skyline.

He was also stirred, though still undecided, despite wanting to act, feeling awkward, and unwilling to lower his pride.

Until—

The Demon King suddenly saw the direction in which the giant boar was charging—straight towards the previous baseball field, where most nearby people had already evacuated, yet some hadn’t managed to escape, and among them, he sharply caught sight of a familiar figure.

It was the landlord!

The kind-hearted person who had taken in him and Asher, even covered their medical expenses! They had appeared there, standing there frozen as if petrified by this monumental earthquake, making no move at all... At this moment, Masaaki Oda’s pupils contracted violently, and he bit down hard.